#I'm so sleepy and i literally SLEPT THE ENTIRE DAY

[radioisntdead]

And we are back on the air folks!

[yjhzies]

“Tiptoe and kiss.” — Kim Mingyu

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . one-shot . cute

⋆ pairings : mingyu x gn!reader ⋆ warning : reader is kinda grumpy due to just waking up (inspired by real life y'all 😔) ⋆ wc : 0.4k [✉️] · Mingyu's plan backfiring? A daily routine now. (only if he wasn't so down bad)

⋆ - note : YALL I HAD SO MANY UNFINISHED WRITINGS ITS INSANE. I finished some of them and I'll probably continue posting for a few days before I start a series <3 stay tuned!!

"Gyu?" You peep your head in the kitchen. You had slept in almost the entire afternoon, but when you felt Mingyu's side of the bed cold, you were wide awake.

Mingyu turned at the sound of your voice and smiled. "You're awake? how was your sleep?" He asked as you walked towards him, still trying to adjust to the lighting.

"Pretty good.." You mumble, wrapping your arms around his side and rested your head on his shoulder.

Your blurry vision made Mingyu look more big than he was, and you furrowed your eyebrows trying to get a clear view of your surroundings.

"That's good, I was just about to wake you up. I'm preparing noodles for us." Mingyu says, glancing at you with a soft smile.

You hum and nod in response-something in you too lazy to word out a better response. But you could think of an even better response. You tiptoe to peck his cheek, but couldn't reach him as he didn't lean down.

You weren't short, Mingyu was too tall.

And it was true, your height was just above average but Mingyu? A literal 6'2 man. You'd have to be a giant to almost reach his height.

Maybe he didn't realise-so you try once again, and again, but Mingyu still didn't lean down for you to kiss his cheek. But you could see more clearer to notice the slight smug smile spreading across his face, making you frown.

"Hey, don't ignore me."

"Huh?"

"I said don't ignore me."

"What do you mean, baby? I'm not ignoring you." Mingyu said softly, biting his lower lip to stop the smile tugging at his lips. He turned to you, barely managing to hold back his laugh at the sight of your pout.

"You're doing this on purpose..." You say, rolling your eyes. Despite being a little sleepy, you couldn't shake off the feeling of irritation at how Mingyu decided to tease you instead of wrapping his arms around you and letting you kiss him.

Mingyu finally burst into a fit of laughter, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder to stabilize himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He apologized between giggles, tightening his strong arms around you.

That stupid little fang smile of his, making you smile aswell. He leaned down, just like he always did so that you can kiss him all over his face, and closed his eyes.

"Here you go," he waited for your soft lips to press against his skin.

"What?"

Mingyu opens his eyes, looking at you with raised eyebrows. "Hm?"

"What are you doing?" You ask, placing your hands on his chest. It was your turn to tease him now.

Mingyu blinked, and slowly straighted himself. He looked down at your hand and let his lower lip jut out into a pout.

"I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have teased you." His voice barely above a whisper, he apologized. And now, you burst into a fit a laughter and gently grab his face to peck his lips.

His pout immediately turned into a grin as his hands find your lower back, and he softly deepens the kiss.

[nb-octopus-writes]

once you’re in the hive, the other bees assume you’re supposed to be there

[Masterpost]

Chapter 6: Baiting the Trap

Wordcount: 1.8K

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Virgil is woken by his alarm and has never once in his entire life been less interested in getting out of bed.

He's comfortable. The bed is soft, the blankets are warm, and Virgil is sleepy and wants nothing more than to just lie here forever.

He snoozes the alarm and drifts back off.

Five minutes later, of course, he's dragged back out of sleep by the insistent melody.

Virgil seriously considers quitting his job so he doesn't have to ever leave this bed, but he does actually need money to buy groceries and pay his rent, and also his hosts have been real gracious but even their patience would surely wear thin if Virgil never left.

So, regrettably, Virgil sits up. He yawns. He longingly contemplates lying back down, but forces himself instead to get out of bed.

At some point in the night, someone—Patton, presumably—had returned his cleaned clothes, which are now sitting folded on the floor by the foot of the bed. Virgil dresses. He folds the borrowed pajamas and sets them on the foot of the bed. He doesn't usually fold his pajamas, but it seems like the polite thing to do in this case. After a moment, he makes the bed too.

And then he goes downstairs.

They're all in the dining room again, and they give him breakfast, and this time he's calm enough to appreciate it.

Princey drives him to work, and he has an otherwise normal day. He borrows a clean apron, and he makes a lot of coffee. He eats lunch at the shop, he takes the bus home, he has leftover spaghetti for dinner, and he does that load of laundry.

His bed seems even harder and lumpier than usual, contrasted with the memory of the bed—no, the actual literal cotton candy cloud—he'd slept on last night.

At least it makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning, when staying isn't bliss. If only by a little. Virgil is not and has never been a morning person. Still, he manages to actually catch the bus for the first time this week, so that's good.

Their newbie’s here for her second day of training, which means that Virgil splits his time between his usual duties and showing her the ropes. She's wary of the fancy coffee machines, and looks attentive but intimidated when Virgil walks her through one of the more simple brews.

She does better with the register. Its layout is also unfamiliar, but at least the potential worst-case consequences of pressing the wrong button are much less severe than “breaking an expensive machine” or “third degree burns and coffee everywhere.”

Several hours into Virgil’s shift, his manager joins him in the back while he's on break.

“There's someone out front looking for you,” Morgan tells him.

“Who?” Virgil asks.

“Nobody I recognized,” Morgan says with a bit of a frown. “Said he was a friend of yours though.”

“Did he give you a name?” Virgil asks, and Morgan's frown deepens.

“No, and I asked,” she says. “I said to him, ‘and you are?’ and he said ‘oh I'm roamin’ like that's an answer, so I prompts him, ‘yer name?’ and he just says ‘yeah’. So seeing as he's decided to just be evasive I told him he could order something or he could leave, but he couldn't hold up the line any longer, so he bought a coffee. Paid in cash, too, so I didn't get to see his name on the card neither.”

“He said he was roaming?” Virgil asks, gears turning.

“Yeah, ’cept he ain't, he sat down with his coffee,” Morgan answers.

“Brown hair?” Virgil asks, fighting back a rising laugh. “Maybe bout this tall, looks a bit like Remus if he ever shaved and combed his hair?”

Morgan nods. “Do you want me to get rid of him?”

Virgil pinches his lips together and shakes his head. Morgan squints at him.

“And what exactly is so funny?” she asks.

The laugh spills out of him. “Sor– sorry, Morgue,” he says. “I think you misheard him. His name’s Roman.”

“What, like Greeks and Romans?”

“I think so,” Virgil says, still grinning. “He's Remus’s brother.”

“I see,” Morgan says. “Well, if you don't want me to get rid of him, do you want to talk to him, or stay back here til he leaves? Lexi and I can handle the customers for a while yet if you don't wanna see him.”

“Nah, I'll go see what he wants.”

Roman is sitting in one of the booths, sipping a coffee and staring dramatically out the window. He turns as Virgil approaches, and then perks up. “Finding Emo!” he says. “Your coworkers said they had never heard of you in their lives. I was starting to think I’d gone to the wrong coffee shop.”

“Nah, just being protective,” Virgil says, sliding into the booth across the table from Roman. “We don’t give that kind of information to customers.” They’d had problems with stalkers trying to get information on employees before, and one bewildering man who’d kept coming round looking for someone Virgil had genuinely never heard of, til Morgan banned him from the shop. “What’s up?”

“So we realized your bike is still at our house,” Roman says. “I wanted to see if you’d like a ride over to get it back. Also if you would be interested in watching more Unfortunate Events, because we left off at a really climactic bit, and I know I already know what happens next, but I want to know what happens next, you know?”

“I definitely want my bike back,” Virgil says. He glances at the clock. “I don’t get off for a while yet today, but if you want to come back around five?”

Roman nods. “And movies?” he asks eagerly.

“Maybe just a little bit,” Virgil says. “I don’t want to bike home in the dark.”

“Oh of course,” Roman says. “I'd never force you to do that.”

Virgil glances back toward Morgan and Lexi at the counter. They’re busy with customers, but the line isn’t very long. Lexi catches his glance and grins at him with a little wave.

“Do you need to get back to work?” Roman asks.

“Not yet,” Virgil decides, settling more comfortably into his seat. “I’ve got a few minutes left before my break ends.”

~

Roman returns just before five, as Virgil’s getting ready to hand off the machines to the next shift. He orders three coffees to go “and whatever Virgil would like,” with a wink in Virgil’s direction.

Virgil rolls his eyes and makes himself a hot chocolate, which he sips on the drive back to Roman’s house. The sun is already dipping toward the horizon, so it looks like there isn't going to be time for tv before he has to bike home. It's a shame, because he really was looking forward to it.

“We’re home!” Roman calls as he opens the door from the garage into the rest of the house to lead Virgil in. As they cross the threshold, Virgil is hit with a nearly tangible wall of scent, stopping him in his tracks. The air smells rich and warm and delicious. He can smell fresh bread, and roasted meat, and something sweet, all mingled together into a tantalizing aroma that makes his mouth water and his stomach perk up eagerly.

“Oh good!” someone Virgil can’t see calls back. “Great timing!”

Roman pulls his jacket off and hangs it on a hook by the door. “It smells great in here!” he says brightly, heading deeper into the house. Virgil manages to unglue his feet from the floor and finally closes the door behind himself and follows Roman.

Calico is putting a steaming dish onto the table when they enter the dining room. “Welcome home,” he says fondly. “Dinner's just about ready.”

“Oh good, I'm hungry,” Roman says. “It smells fabulous, darling.”

Calico beams, eyes scrunching up with it. “Thank you,” he says.

“We brought coffee,” Roman adds, and hands Patton one of the to-go cups. “Your Chemical Romance made this just for you.”

“Aww,” Patton says, smiling heart-meltingly at Virgil. “Thank you.”

Virgil finger-guns awkwardly back at him with his free hand. “No problem.” Making coffee is literally his job. Roman was the one who had paid for it, and picked the flavor.

Then Patton notices what Virgil had put on the side of the cup instead of his name. “Aww!” he exclaims. “You drew me a kitty!”

“Yeah, I figured– you like cats, right?”

Patton looks up at him with shining eyes. “That is paws-itively precious. Thank you so much!”

“Please do not keep the empty cup just because there is a cute cat on it,” Logan says. Roman hands him his own coffee, on which Virgil had drawn a robot face and a triangle science beaker. “Thank you. We do not need additional clutter in our home, Patton.”

Patton pouts at him. “But look, it's so sweet!” he says. “Look at this precious little kitten drawn specifically for me and tell me that you want to throw her in the trash!”

Logan sighs. “At least cut the picture out of the cup instead of keeping the entire thing,” he says.

“Deal!” Patton agrees cheerfully.

“Sorry,” Virgil says. He had not expected Calico to appreciate the art to quite that extreme. He might've put more effort into it if he had.

“No need,” Logan replies. “This is hardly the first time something like this has occurred, and I hold no illusions that it will be the last.”

“Sure won't!” Patton agrees shamelessly.

“Um, so where's my bike at?” Virgil asks after a moment.

“By the door still,” Roman says, taking a seat at the table. “Do you wanna sit next to me again?”

Virgil just now notices that the table is set with four plates. “You… want me to stay for dinner?” he asks hesitantly.

“Of course,” Roman says, now looking puzzled himself. “Why would I bring you to dinner and then not want you to stay and eat?”

They hadn't discussed him coming to dinner. They had planned for him to retrieve his bike, and perhaps watch tv with Roman, but the topic of dinner hadn't come up.

Virgil means to say no, that he had better get going, but it does smell so very good, and they did set a spot for him, and he is hungry, and if he goes home now he'll have to figure out some other meal and honestly it's not going to be anything fancier than frozen pizza and fries, or maybe just ramen since that would be faster.

“Okay,” Virgil says, and sits next to Roman.

~~~~

Chapter 7: How They Kept Him Very Well

[ellabsprincess]

Can you do an Ellabs no reader drabble for their early mornings?

I think Ellie would be the type to love her sleep and always want to sleep in, and Abby would be the type to be more regimented and have an early morning routine, leaving her to be the one to wake a grumpy, tired Ellie up all the time. i think abby would know how to cook too, so she would make her breakfast a lot.

The odd times where Abby wants to sleep in, Ellie would wake up before her and want her attention and get all needy… 🥰

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i'm literally so sorry this took so long babes and OKAY i know y'all wanted "a better use for that mouth" first but i am struggling to put together a plot and i feel a little stuck on that fic so please accept this ellabs fic first

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 - 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, very suggestive (not really any explicit smut), talk of thigh riding, fluffy and sappy ellabs stuff, ellie being a needy little shit (affectionate), firefighter!abby, VERY BRIEF mommy kink, dom!abby + sub!ellie dynamic, NO READER INSERT

ellie's eyes flutter open, her vision blurry and obscured. her world seems fuzzy, but as she blinks a few more times, the bed beneath her comes into view. abby's side of the bed is neatly made, tucked and folded to perfection, her pillows fluffed and plump as if they've never even been slept on.

a radiant beam of sunshine has cast itself over the eggshell-colored sheets, illuminating the room via the skylight above the large bed. as ellie comes to her senses, taking in the peace and tranquility of the quiet saturday morning, she notices the smell of sweetness and the sound of crackling, cooking meat, coming from the kitchen. it's not really a surprise. abby is an early riser, a gym rat who gets up entirely too early to get a workout in while her precious girlfriend is still asleep. she must have come home hungry from building up her physique, and decided to make breakfast.

ellie follows the enticing smells out of the bedroom, throwing the bedsheets off of herself and trailing the scent of sweetness like an old-timey cartoon cat enticed by the smell of fresh-cooked turkey.

she feels a bit pathetic, walking into the living room with her messy bed head and her pajamas astray. on the other hand, abby is a sight to be seen in the kitchen, covered in a light, glistening sheen of sweat from her workout, her cheeks still slightly pink from exertion. her arm and leg muscles flexing as she moves with the grace of a ballet dancer around the kitchen, working to prepare a hearty meal. and of course, her signature braid is completely in tact, not a single loose hair visible.

ellie clears her throat, trying to clear all of her body of her remaining confusing and annoying morning grogginess. abby whips around, slightly started by the sight of ellie.

"oh hey baby, didn't expect you to be up so early! was gonna surprise you with some breakfast in bed."

ellie smiles, awake enough to acknowledge the sweetness and kindness of abby's actions. her tired brain still feels like a combination of syrup and tv static inside her head, so she only gives a soft whine in response, but abby understands.

abby knows their dynamic well by now. ever since they moved in, it's been the same routine almost every morning. she wakes up before the crack of dawn, hits the gym and clears her head, and then comes home to her sleepy girlfriend still curled up in bed, often laying spread out like a beached starfish and breathing in abby's signature pine scent still lingering on the sheets.

but abby doesn't mind. no, she loves the opposing dynamic of her relationship, and she adores that ellie loves to sleep in, when the perfectionist side of abby makes her get up and work on herself most days. she loves her carefree ellie. she needs that energy to balance out her own internal monologue that always begs her to do everything perfectly. she needs her ellie.

ellie trudges towards the kitchen, dragging her feet against the soft, plush rug of the living room as she blindly makes her way towards her girlfriend. she rubs her eyes, desperately trying to rub the last of the sleep away. reaching the kitchen island, she pulls out a barstool and plops down with a soft thunk, resting her head in her hands and gazing at abby. at the sound of ellie's tiredness and careless state, abby smirks. she adores these lazy mornings with her girlfriend more than anything.

sure, she likes to be taken care of herself, but it feels nice to be a provider for ellie, and to make her food and take care of her when her brain is too tired and sleepy to let her do anything by herself.

after a few more minutes of shuffling around the kitchen, abby finally plates the breakfast. an omelet, stuffed with proteins and flavorful herbs, and a small side smoothie bowl full of fresh fruits and sweet grains, just dripping with sweet honey nectar.

ellie almost drools at the plate in front of her, of course plated and staged to perfection, as abby wouldn't have it any other way. the fruit of the smoothie bowl making a perfect symmetrical spiral, the herbs placed so delicately on top of the omelet. abby was typically rough with her hands, working as a firefighter, but she had a deep appreciation for the arts, and loved to express herself through culinary means.

placing a strong hand on ellie's upper back, abby gracefully slides into the seat next to ellie, her own edible artwork sitting in front of her.

"i love you baby," abby says, almost a whisper.

"love you abs, thank you for taking care of me," ellie responds, slightly mumbling in her lethargic state.

"always ellie. anything for my best girl."

and so they sit in peaceful silence, the room only filled with the sounds of birds chirping outside the slightly ajar kitchen window, and the soft clinks and chinks of their silverware on their plates, and the quiet clunks of their glasses reconnecting with the counter after a sip of refreshing water.

it's nothing much, just a simple breakfast together as a couple. but it's that moment of peace that's everything to them.

THE NEXT MORNING

"abby c'mon"

"abby"

"abbyyyyy"

"mommy?"

abby's eyelids flutter open at the nickname. it's only barely light in the bedroom, just a few gentle sun rays streaming in through the windows.

as abby comes to her senses, she realizes that ellie is curled up against her front, nuzzled into her broad chest. she's letting out muffled little mewls and whines among the desperate pet names. abby also realizes with a raise of her eyebrows that ellie's legs are wrapped around one of abby's muscular thighs, leaving ellie's clothed cunt perfected placed among the mountain of ridged muscle.

"oh poor baby, you woke up needy els?" abby coos.

"mhm, need you mommy." ellie pleads, hiding her face in the middle of abby's chest.

abby chuckles. "well then go ahead baby, grind the drooling cunt against mommy's thigh."

it seems that every once in a while, they liked to change up their routine. after all, who doesn't enjoy a bit of morning fun?

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[butmakeitgayblog]

First time Clarke and Lexa slept in the same bed for starlet au?

The first time they sleep in the same bed is surprisingly (?) not the first time they have sex (which I will cover in the next one of these asks I promise 😬 sorry I've had doctor stuff going on I'm getting back on my bullshit)

As we've seen these two moved at roughly the average speed of drifting tectonic plates, so...

No, the first time they literally slept(only sleep) together was the night of their first kiss. Because the thing is, Lexa was so jetlagged, so absolutely emotionally and physically depleted, her eyes were constantly in this state of half-open from the second she's swayed her silly ass in through that door.

What Clarke had initially taken as a romantically forceful kiss - all tender hands and Lexa leaning into her, crowding her against the wall to kiss her more thoroughly - was in reality the tiredness of the poor woman practically rolling off of her in waves of exhaustion (Lexa will refute this the entirety of their relationship every time the story gets told to their friends)

Because Lexa had stayed up for the entirety of her nearly 11 hour flight, right on the heels of an 17 hour shoot day.

So. What Clarke had taken as a loose limbed but robust kind of advance had, in fact, just been the robustly off-kilter slumping of a Lexa who could barely stand on her feet. A rather hazy declaration of her feelings, if you will. But it hadn't taken much more than a pause in the sudden onslaught of Lexa Lips for Clarke to actually get a good a look at her. To see the droopy hang of glassy eyes and the darkened circles that puffed out just beneath them. To see the way Lexa swayed on the spot when not braced on Clarke's hips, her entire body listing this way and that, as though ready to topple over at a stiff gust of wind.

There was something sweet in the absurdity of it.

Naturally Clarke insisted she spend the night. Where Lexa had argued that she couldn't - not like this - because staying wasn't smart or at all a part of her brilliantly un-thought-out plan, Clarke made the very convincing argument of, "shut up, yes you can."

And it was a revelation to learn that tired-Lexa was actually rather agreeable. Much less of a pain in the ass than Lexa with a solid 8 hours of sleep at least. Not to mention, sleepy Lexa was unfathomablly handsy, more so than Clarke would've ever given the girl credit for just from knowing her as... friends. But when she'd told Lexa to follow her to her bedroom, she'd barely made it three feet before those arms had wrapped sure and possessively around her.

From the broken dam of all the kissing or pure sleep deprivation alone, Clarke really didn't know, but for the first time since that day in the waiting room, Lexa wasn't the subdued, collected women Clarke had grown to know. To love, even if she was only willing to admit that fact within the shadows of her own bedroom.

Instead, tired Lexa was a woman who practically draped herself along Clarke's back, swaying with each bow-legged step it took to keep them in such close contact. She was a woman who traced her nose along Clarke's neck and told her how much she had missed the smell of her perfume. Who kissed Clarke's shoulder, the hinge of her jaw and hummed happy noises against her temple. Who let her lips wander to whatever was within reach just to linger on the patch of skin below her ear. She was a women who caressed her hands along Clarke's ribs and hugged her tighter than she could ever remember. As though if she just hugged her tight enough, neither of them would remember all of the reasons why she really should let go.

Which, while lovely to actually feel after so many months of telling herself that this exact thing was everything she'd never need, practically dragging the half-limp pile of gangly limbs that normally made up one(1) Lexa sized person to her bedroom without tripping and injuring them both proved to be a bit of a feat.

The undressing part was even trickier, given sluggish muscles and slow blinking eyes that just watched her every move. Because Lexa was beyond useless through the whole process, apparently content to sit on the edge of Clarke's bed while Clarke fluttered about and fussed over her. But finally, fucking finally, she had Lexa, and all her bits, and even those insanely long legs that proved unwieldy when trying to dress and undress tucked into an oversized sleep shirt and a pair of boxers that actually fit her quite nicely (not that Clarke was looking...)

After that it was rather simple luring Lexa into the actual bed - Clarke's lips acting as a dangling carrot of sorts was more than enough to have Lexa collapsing under the sheets.

It was even more simple scooping her up into Clarke's arms. Not even thinking about it. Just doing it for once in her goddamn life. Because Lexa's kisses had turned to syrup and her lips felt like too-warm butter, and while in any other circumstance having a girl half fall asleep while kissing her would've been mortifying, it just made Clarke's heart squeeze even tighter. So instead she just pulled Lexa closer and did her best to comb through the wild curls of her hair. She listened to her breathing turn more even. Felt her heart go slow and steady where it's beating pressed snuggly against her own.

She never would admit this in all of their years together, but Clarke didn't end up sleeping a wink that night. Instead she just laid there watched over Lexa sleeping safely in her bed. Chased away any frowns that might've signaled impending bad dreams or nightmares with her lips, pressing hundreds of kisses to Lexa's forehead and cheeks. Kissed every last one of the freckles that dusted the bridge of her nose. Even snuck in a few extra ones, just for her own amusement, because she'd wasted too much time as it was not kissing those ridiculously tiny ears.

[tokitoooth]

Falling Asleep and Waking Up Next To Them!!

Murdoc F. Niccals-

•Mega insomniac

•Like have you SEEN his eye bags???

•He can only sleep if he's drunk because of his nightmares, but if you're there it only takes a few drinks and some cuddles to convince him to sleep.

•He likes to listen to your heartbeat! Especially after a nightmare. It comforts him knowing that you're actually there and alive.

•He snores and makes his goofy Murdoc noises in his sleep.

•He tosses and turns a lot so there's a good chance you'll end up with a bruise in the morning.

•Don't tell him though. He'll act like it was your fault but then probably never sleep again since he doesn't ever want to hurt you, especially physically.

•If he wakes up before you he will just stare at you and smile.

•Until he gets bored (or horny), then he tries to wake you up with kisses and his little lack of attention murdoc groans.

•If you have to wake him (or your alarm goes off), he's VERY grumpy.

•"Five more minutes, yeah doll?" "Okay well now I want five extra minutes because you were talking the whole five minutes."

•Never wants to go to sleep, but never wants to wake up.

•When you wake up he ALWAYS smiles, especially if your hair is a mess. He finds it adorable.

•Immediately demands you cook him breakfast (if Russel isn't already cooking).

•Overall he's a 6/10 falling asleep and waking up most days. On a really bad day for him he's usually a 8/10 since he just wants to drink and sleep.

Stuart '2-D' Pot-

•Stays up until he passes out.

•He just doesn't want to sleep.

•When he does fall asleep he's so cute!

•He sleeps with his knees to his chest so it looks like he's in a tiny ball.

•He doesn't move a lot in his sleep but will sometimes say a sentence or two.

•He has the occasional nightmare but they usually aren't too bad.

•Please make him hot chocolate if he has a nightmare he will love you forever.

•Has SO many stuffed animals to sleep with!!!

•If he wakes up in the middle of the night he sneaks to the living room to play his video games.

•He thinks you don't know, but you always do because he doesn't know how to control his volume most times.

•He's always so sleepy because of this and will need to take naps throughout the day (please nap with him).

•When he wakes up the first thing he's doing is waking you up (if you aren't awake already).

•The second thing he's doing is trying to convince you to go on a breakfast date somewhere!! He gets bored when he hasn't gone out in a while.

•If you tell him no, he will immediately give you the puppy eyes. If the answer is still no he'll be upset with you for a solid five minutes.

•Overall a 8/10.

Russel Hobbs-

•Goes to sleep at exactly 10:30

•He has an entire sleep schedule that he sticks to.

•Encourages you to get a better sleep schedule (we all know you don't have one)

•Sleeps like a rock.

•Once his head hits his pillow he is out and doesn't move until he wakes up.

•Loves to hold you or have you sleep on his chest!

•Always wakes up around 9:00 so he can make you and his band mates breakfast.

•Makes amazing pancakes.

•Will always ask you how you slept at breakfast!

•He is such a sweetheart.

•Overall a 10/10.

(I'm sorry Russel's was so short this is my first time writing for him!!)

Noodle

•Has a decent sleep schedule.

•Usually gets around 5-8 hours of sleep.

•Literally does acrobatics in her sleep.

•Like, will fall asleep with her head on her pillow and wake up with her feet on the pillow and her body hanging halfway off of the bed.

•She's a very heavy sleeper though!

•Rarely has nightmares, but will always comfort you in any way she can if you have a nightmare.

•If you can't sleep she will play her guitar for you.

•She has to have some sort of background noise to fall asleep (something like Youtube or a random movie you both like).

•If you're not kissing her or giving her some sort of affection when you wake up she will be grumpy.

•She loves to sleep in, especially with you!

•If she isn't hungry when Russel is cooking breakfast, she usually eats apple slices with yogurt and sprinkles.

[dark-elf-writes]

So I pulled out the computer for this one. I finished my reread of WSTS and I'm going to scream here for a few minutes sooooo *clears throat* LET"S GOOOOO

Please keep in mind I am very much a stream of consciousness writer when I have an ask box instead of a comment box lol.

-(Harry didn’t sigh. He didn’t. He just breathed very deeply from the very depths of his soul.)

This is such a goddamn mood. Such a goddamn mood.

-(“Dad?” 

Harry turned before the word had fully registered, opening his arms in time to get a lap full of sleepy seven year old with tangled blue curls and blurry green eyes that always made Harry’s heart ache to look at on the bad days. 

“Have a nice nap, cub?” The international portkey had been hell on both of them, but poor Teddy had only made it as far as the front steps of the Japanese ministry before their head was dipping and they were leaning against Harry’s side. They had been out cold with their face tucked into Harry’s shoulder before he had figured out the train system. 

“Is that Aunt Mione?” 

Rude. Harry carried them for miles around Japan while they slept and all he got in return was being used as a piece of furniture as they talked to a mirror. 

Parenting was rough. )

I melted and cackled at the same time. Teddy is absolute perfection. They receive all protection! fjeiaonlvfuaid The image of them crawling into Harry's lap for cuddles only to ignore him for the more interesting person. AHAHAHA perfect example of a seven-year old.

-(Harry was pretty sure the sound that Teddy let out could only be heard by canines. )

jdevrauigjklsdnd HOW DO KIDS MAKE SOUNDS LIKE THAT?!?! Like I've actually heard kids make sounds like that and I never understood that!

-(“You know I’m a hero too, right?” Harry muttered ----

He got a finger, painted with pink and blue polish courtesy of Ginny, poking his cheek for his efforts. “But, dad, they’re a cool hero.” 

Ouch. See if he saved an entire society again. )

Parenting at its finest, cry laughing at this. No one is less cool than your dad. Not at all. I was this kid. My dad is a literal helicopter pilot and I was still like this.

-(Tom Riddle’s eyes had been dull and lifeless. Like congealed blood left to rot. Present Mic’s eyes were as far from that as possible. 

They were red like a fire crackling away in a hearth. Red like the plush armchair he had tucked himself into countless times in the Gryffindor common room. Red like the family that had welcomed Harry with open arms and called him by their last name.)

So I'm obsessed with the entire first meeting between Ouroboros and Present Mic but this line right here. This absolute fucking poetry. HOW DO YOU DO THIS YOU MAGICAL WORDSMITH?!?!?! I could read this bit over and over and just ashdjiovnaorhgnjkr HOW?

-(“You called me in to make your final decision on if I’m fit to teach at your school, yeah? Have you reached your verdict yet?”

“You misunderstand me, Potter-kun. I am the one trying to sell our school to you.”

Harry blinked. Then blinked again. 

What? )

Harry, love, you in fact are wanted. And about to find the loves of your life but moving on. WANTED!! Love how this is written, like the utter confusion comes across so clear!

-Vlad saying something rude and Harry immediately snapping back was amazing but Teddy chiming in in the most perfectly, childike oblivious way was just *chef's kiss* incredible. The sass!

-MINI BABY SHOUTA MINI BABY SHOUTA MINI BABY SHOUTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Yagi opening his mouth and saying the wrong and yet the right? thing. *beats head on table* My dude, not your business to tell!!! But right on the nose for the character. The whole scene though is brilliant!!!!! Like the sweet moment with Teddy then Yagi opening his big mouth only for Harry to share the horror of 'oh yeah, child soldiers. It's a thing. I would know. Exhibit A here.*Gestures at self*"

-Potter luck strikes again! But I have to wonder Shouta's thoughts around Harry's outfit during the first round of Potter luck. Short shorts and oversized sweater. Then of course, death happens ahahahaa.

-(but he figured that getting stalked together allowed some level of intimacy. )

How's that for a first date?! Oh hello, I'm going to drop in on you and btw you look adorable tonight? Shall I escort you for snacks and be stalked as well?

-(“I love you?” He tried, flinching back behind his hands as she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“I love you too, bastard. I love you alive more, you fuck.” )

Yes Harry, you are in fact very loved and need to be very alive to feel that love. I absolutely adore the sibling energy here. Also Hermione calling him a fuck is comedy gold!

-(“He wouldn’t.” The words sounded weak to Harry’s own ears. )

This is so heartbreaking. Like he's already dealt with so much and to have to face the thought that someone he trusted that much could twist the knife already in his back. OOOOFFF

-(Whatever he was respecting the former number one to respond with it sure as fuck wasn’t laughter . “I believe you’ll find, Young Potter, that we heroes are a stubborn lot. UA heroes most of all.” )

foreshadowing future lovers??? I'm here for it!

-(some of his most cherished memories were the stolen moments in the twilight hours before the rest of the Burrow began to stir, moving in silent concert with Molly as she showed him new techniques and recipes that were too foreign or magical for the Dursleys to even consider allowing them into their home. )

So like, I absolutely love how this is phrased. It's so easy to pull together that mental image in stark detail from this. I'm going to keep saying it. You have a ways with words that is fucking magical.

-(Looking over his hoard, Harry had to admit that he, perhaps, had taken his avoidance a bit too far this time. )

As a stress baker myself, there is no such thing. Nope nope, I refuse to be called out. noooooo

-(All of them were hurting. Because of him. Always because of him. )

there's the martyr complex *sigh* My desire to reach through the screen and shake characters is strong here. Like sometimes people hurt for you too my dude.

-(Merlin, please just kill him. The hour or so of oblivion would be better than this . )

Too soon man! But oh my god I definitely laughed inappropriately loud at this.

-(He turned around, cursing as his shoulder caught his own door with a loud enough bang that he saw Teddy’s head pop around the corner to check out the noise. It wasn't enough to muffle the fond laugh from behind him. )

If this isn't the most relatable kind of clumsy. I have absolutely tripped over my own two feet in front of very attractive people and omg do you ever want to reset your existence.

- Okay the absolutely cute factor of Eri and Teddy in the same room is deadly. DEADLY. One can only take in so much sweet before the body just gives up!

-So the whole interaction with MagicEraserMic is amazing but some moments really shine. Shouta taking Harry's hand and not shying away from the scar, acknowledging that Harry's life as a whole has been ... challenging... Hizashi swooping in and helping Teddy while Harry gets to watch and absorb the moment. And the realization that Shouta and Hizashi offered him understanding, made him feel less alone is just aaahhh perfection. and to end it with that moment of levity with the battle over who gets to marry Harry for baked treats. All is just *chef's kiss* perfect.

-(“It’s alright I suppose.” 

Black eyes narrowed at him. “Don’t make me get the spray bottle.” 

Harry couldn’t help but snort at the idea of Shouta threatening him like a misbehaving cat when the man had nearly a foot on him and was nearly twice his size in pure muscle mass alone, but the very serious looks on both of the other heroes' faces had Harry holding up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll take your word for it.”)

AHAHAHAHAH all I can picture is 'bad harry!' spray spray and a very pouty master of death glaring at the two hysterically laughing, before busting up laughing himself.

-The trio always figures it out, even insulting each other along the way. LOVE THE SIBLING VIBES. Like seriously love them here!

So this is just chapter one through six and I feel like I need to stop and start a new ask soooo here you go! keep an eye out for the next one lmfao. I regret nothing here! ahaha

I am screaming I am crying I adore you I

I always love hearing what people like about my fics and it’s nice to know some of my favorite moments are yours as well.

[pumpumdemsugah]

Something I've learned is when there's a big reminder on my phone and the push notification takes up my entire phone screen, I'm more likely to actually take my adhd meds

Usually I forget but I've been taking them 70% of the time. The only time I don't take it is if I haven't slept much. When I take them when I'm sleepy not only does it destroy my sleep for the night but I hear static for the entire day

I was going to download another app to remind me to stretch and exercise but there's no real reason I can't add my stretching and exercise reminder to this lol

The reminder apps I've used before send normal push notification that's really easy to swipe away but these fucker ( pillo ) either asks for you to reschedule or skip that dose

I guess the trick for me was something so obstructive I ended up doing it lol. It literally gets in the way of what I'm doing on my phone

There are ads but I'm not paying to remove it and it's not frequent

[blackberrydeer]

I don't really know why I'm doing it.

That's a lie. I wake up each day ready to ignore my own wishes and try to socialize in social media

21 days to find you

Chapter 2/?

All in all, she was fucked. Or better, she was fucking hungry. She had been in The Hole for three days straight, and combining all the food they gave her, she was sure one stale bread bread would have done the fucking job better.

And the universe had a kink on giving her hell, it seemed, because she managed to take the blame of some fucker in the way to get some-fucking-thing to eat – it was near dusk, they were (probably) giving ration, and at the moment that was enough to make her mouth water.

But she was, as her instructors would say, a living piece of a demon straight out of Hell. And they probably believed that, considering that they blamed her for something that happened two days ago, and decided to punish her while she exited her three (3) days long, no bathroom time, solitary confinement.

Her punishment? A punch in the stomach, other in the chest (FUCK, she was still feeling it), and no fucking food for another fucking day.

And that made four hungry days in a roll.

Of course, despite Fedra’s attempts in making their future soldiers as dull and dumb as possible, Ellie knew the dangers of starvation; if Riley was there, she would have given an entire lecture of the reasons she should “start taking fucking care of yourself, Ellie, I don’t care if the guards started it, you’re the one bitting the hook”, before giving her half of her own meal she always kept when Ellie was punished. She wasn’t guilty for this one, and anyway, Riley wasn’t there. Ellie was fucking starving and the curfew was up.

And that meant she could break it

She knew, because of dumb luck, from a passing inspector that there was a quick job near; payment entirely dependant on the amount of hours you work, and Ellie had slept a bit in The Hole, so she was almost sure she could pull an all-night and manage the school after (despite the senseless, good-for-nothing sleepiness she’d been feelings since she reached her early-twelve). That definitely wouldn’t be enough to put her stomach out of its misery, but at least it wouldn’t start to eat her insides.

Window and fire exit (which was supposed to be inaccessible, but Riley didn’t like that) passed by, Ellie did quick work of reaching her objective: the old Fedra’s deposit now barely standing and offering sweet slave-like job for almost no food. A dream that came true, truly.

The place was quite full, despite being in the middle of the night, what was not very nice, but she found herself a lovely post apocalyptic looking empty place to pull her weight (not very much, literally speaking).

The work itself was definitely not nice, though, even more when your body is actively trying to eat itself, but food is food, and the growling her stomach made every once in a while were very good points in her mental argument of staying when the rain started.

Nice, now she would also get hypothermia.

Fedra taught her about the dangers of starvation, not about the cold, so fuck hypothermia.

And now she was cold. Fucking cold and fucking starving and fucking wet and her shoulders were aching like the hell Fedra thinks she came from supporting the (heavier than necessary, in her humble opinion) pieces of what she supposed was some reinforced door. She had started to use her shoulders after watching a guy near her do that, but quickly decided he was full of shit.

The rain helped absolutely fucking nothing, only weighting the few clothes she had on, Fedra’s standard uniform that did nothing against the freezing as fuck night.

She also decided that the guy full of shit was a creepy too, and probably a pervert based on the amount of times he kept glancing at her.

And of fucking course, the rain had spooked every living soul out of the jobsite aside from the creepy guy.

Ellie took advantage of the moment he bent in half to pick up something to evaluate him. Obviously she had no chance of winning in a fight, but the rain could help her lose him if she needed to sprint her way out of there.

He was a big guy, heavy built and all. Big people tended to not look at the ground (or at least that’s what Riley says)

Fortunately the guy started to walk to the entry of the site, apparently deciding to get out of the rain. Thank fuck.

Ellie felt a weight almost as heavy as the broken pieces of Fedra’s building vanish from her shoulders when he started to walk away. Almost was a good word, she thought kneeling to pick up the smaller pieces of wood and a heavy iron doorknob.

Fedra was an absolute bitch for making absolute zero efforts in helping carry things destroyed by the Fireflies, not even giving them a pushcart. She was sure her shoulder blades were about to rip at any moment, but hey, starving she still was.

She was also very fucking dumb, drowning in pointless thoughts deep enough to not hear the person behind her until the very last second.

“Ki-“

Fuck

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her brain stopped working, and at the same time she felt millions and billions of thoughts breaching their way into her mind. Was that what traffic used to be like? She had heard some old people once talk about it. The creepy guy looked very old too, he probably knew what traffic used to be, maybe that’s why he stopped, he sensed the traffic of thoughts on her mind and felt obligated to wait for green signal, why does the green signal meant stop? Green means plants, plants don’t stop growing, plants are badass, she wondered if it would be nice to be a plant. Are fungus plants too? She’s pretty sure they aren’t, but Fedra’s school teachers are shitty, so she’s not sure – ah, right, the creepy guy, did he move? She felt like a lot of time had passed, but everything seemed way to still, maybe no time passed at all.

She wondered if she could outrun the man. He had bigger legs, but he seemed old. Old people have bad joints.

Suddenly the sound of the rain pounding against every surface resumed ten times louder, and her brain crashed in what must have been a wall of goddamn adrenaline, all of her thoughts now transforming into one sentence: run

And so she did, hunger forgotten for the heavy pull of instinctive danger. One last glance over her shoulder revealed the guy with a strange, blank glinting in his dark eyes.

She ran, and ran a little longer, until the adrenaline was all but spent. Not the most she had ever ran, truth be told, but she was starving and tired and cold, and her clothes had at least 15 pounds of water.

For her dismay, the route she took would circle all the way around some Fedra’s facilities before she reached her bedroom, but the creepy guy was blocking the only short cut, and she wasn’t in the mood to risk a fight.

She had left her switchblade back in her room, after all.

She started a quick pace, wishing for the few hours of sleep she’d hopefully be able to get.

[pbandjesse]

I am real sleepy today. But thankfully I was able to keep it together for work. And it was good. Even if I was sleepy.

Some of the sleepy was because we slept like crap last night. First it was entirely to warm in here even with the windows open. The ceiling fan started making a noise so we had to turn it off. And once I did fall asleep a storm started and it was very very loud!!! It was not a fun night.

Waking up sucked. I wasn't just tired. I was hungry. James promised to get me breakfast. So I got dressed and ready as best I could and soon we were off.

We got breakfast. They almost forgot.my hash brown but I realized before we drove away. And we listened to James's podcast. And once we were at work I went to sit in the back to eat and chill until my shift actually started.

I was training with Sarah but she already mostly had it down. No real issue there. She was a great help. And since she didn't need me to run through that program I had her help me set up balls and track and ran her through that even though she wasn't doing that program today. She's really neat.

Our group ended up being late. But because of how the schedule was Mike told me I could split my two hours before lunch however I needed to. And that ended up being great.

And these were excellent kids. They were fun and smart and good listeners. And really I had a lot of fun.

It was a lot of talking though. I would build a two loop coaster during balls and track to prove it was possible because the kids weren't sure. And that was fun. It was a good day.

We were all looking forward to lunch though. After design it I brought them to the car for a few minutes. And then it was time for lunch.

I went to the back and had my sandwich. I was a little frustrated that everyone just wanted to talk when I just wanted to look at my phone and be a vegetable for a while. But it was fine. I love my coworkers. They are fun.

There is apparently some drama. I don't exactly know what happened but another new educator left. I'm so sad about this. But I get that it can be overwhelming and it's a lot. Still breaks my heart when people leave. I don't exactly know the circumstances but I wish I could have said goodbye.

My cannery was the last program for the day. And I think it went great. I am still concerned my shifts are short so I had an actual timer again and it went really well. First shift was 9 minutes from the last workers going upstairs, 8 for the second shift. So total they were both about 12 minutes. Excellent. And they were fun. I found some new ways to slow my workers down. And I am going to try my best to implement them going forward.

At the end of the program some of the kids told me it was the very best program and feildtrip, even better then the zoo!! High praise!!

All of my energy was zapped after that though. I got them to the lunchroom and said goodbye. And then went to sit in the back for a little. I did not get many supplies done. I ended up sitting and paying some bills and going over some stuff with Gaby that I could bring home to fix. James was back there eating lunch and we talked. Made plans to go out for dinner. And then I headed home.

When I got back here I parked and got inside and changed out of my work clothes and laid down.

I slept until 430. And it was very hard to wake up but I was happy to see James. They asked when I wanted to leave and I just asked for a few minutes to get myself together. And then we headed to fells point for a change of pace.

We sat at a table in the bar area. And this was a mistake. The table next to us was so loud and obnoxious. Literally screaming. There was only like 10 other people in the place but they were louder then everyone else. Then more friends came and moved s bunch of chairs around and blocked the main walkway and I could barely hear James talking fright in front of me. Very obnoxious.

But our dinner was good. And I was happy to talk to James about trips and planning and packing and stuff. It was just nice being out together.

James paid at the bar and we headed home. I didn't feel myself. Still very tired. So when we got home I just wanted to chill. James ran to the store to get milk. And then we just laid on the couch together.

Eventually I went and took a bath with my new marshmallow bubbles. And then I cut my bangs. Just slightly to short. But it's fine. They grow fast.

Me and James are in bed now. I am excited to sleep. And then tomorrow I'm heading up to see my parents and on Sunday I have my glassblowing class with Jess. I am excited!!

Sleep well everyone. Be safe!! Goodnight!

[twigg96]

Hello! Can I leave a HC request? I'm wondering what it would be like to share a bed with the boys? Things like sleeping positions, how they cuddle their s/o, who snores/talks/hogs blankets or anything else you can think of. Thank you love!

Hello my sweet Anon! You absolutely may have a sleepy time Headcanon! I love these they’re so cute!! Let’s go!!

Nathan is 100% a bed hog. His natural sleeping position is flat on his back in the center of the bed. This is perfect if his partner wants to cuddle and snuggle every night all night. But this can be a real problem for his partner if they tend to sleep hot, roll around a lot in their sleep, or sleep better without touching anyone. If they talked to Nathan he’d begrudgingly scoot over for them. That doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t subconsciously scoot back over in the middle of the night but at least he’d try. Pushing him to his own side while he slept would be his partner’s only option for solitude at night. He’s a light sleeper though so really all they’d have to do is poke him and ask him to move politely. He’d grumble and growl but he wouldn’t even remember in the morning. His partner might also want to commit to some high quality sound canceling headphones as well Nathan snores extremely loudly. He’s not as bad as Murderface can be but his is consistent. He has been rumored to pull the curtains across the room with a single snore one night.

Pickles tosses and turns in his sleep. People often say it’s the drugs that he takes during the day that makes him have such a rough time sleeping especially because he has a proclivity to binge his stimulants for a long period of time during recording sessions. He passes out after the stimulants wear off but his restless legs, and body jerking is near uncontrollable. His partner may wake up with light bruising on their legs if they try and cuddle with him but on his good nights when he isn’t recording he is one of the best cuddlers in the game. Pickles doesn’t snore. He whines and makes little mouth noises as he sleeps. Sometimes as he dreams he’ll talk but only if it’s completely crazy and he was high before bed.

Murderface is in fact a cuddler… and he snores so loud. He is in fact dubbed the king of snoring in all of Mordhaus. He has broken a window with how loud he snores in the past and so Mordhaus staff had to place him in the basement to keep him from waking his other bandmates. He doesn’t snore all the time like Nathan does however. He snores mostly when he’s upset or sick. When he is extremely upset he forgoes the snoring entirely, talking in his sleep instead. He talks about his problems present, future and past. He apologizes to his mother most of all. He holds a lot of guilt when it comes to that. He feels responsible for her untimely passing. It’s best not to talk to him about his sleep talking episodes and that his partner allow him come to them first with any concerns.

Toki is a whiner on nights where he doesn’t have nightmares. He will whine and cuddle his partner nearly to death snuggling his head under their head trying subconsciously to get closer to them with everything he’s got. One time he woke up with his partner’s legs literally tangled around his own because he had needed the touch so badly. His nightmares haunt him though and often turn to night terrors. His entire body shakes, his legs kick, his arms lash out at his attackers and he screams at the top of his lungs. His partner has left the bed with many bruises before. He’s also very sneaky when it comes to morning sex. Because he’s up much earlier than the others he likes to sneak under the covers and wake his partner up with oral.

Skwisgaar on the opposite hand likes to have sex before falling asleep. It’s like a sleep aid for him. It helps his mind relax and his body find peace. Skwisgaar has horrible insomnia. He’s had it since he was a child. So doing his nightly routine is extremely important for him to fall asleep comfortably. Unfortunately there are times Skwisgaar just can’t sleep. It’s part of the beast. This happens mainly when he’s re-re-re-recording something for Nathan. Skwisgaar becomes anxious and agitated so he stays up for days trying to make it perfect. At the end of his binge however he literally just passes out wherever he ends up resting first. He could be in the most uncomfortable looking position, as long as it’s comfortable to him he’s out cold for the rest of the day.

[hispipsqueak]

Forever

Hanta Sero x F!Reader NSFW

Summary: After years of being together, you and Sero decide to reminisce in the best way possible.

WC: 2.2K

A/N: Hi friends! Sero is one of those characters that I truly see as good husband material and I wanted to express some of those feelings in this piece. I know for a lot of us, especially in my age range, growing up and leaving that age of “dumb teenager/early 20′s mess” to “adult with responsibilities” is a big change and I hope that is reflected a bit in this. Also, there’s car sex. So that’s fun :D As always, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thanks for reading <3 P.S: CAN WE TALK ABOUT SERO IN THE NEW EP??? ahhhh

TW: car sex, adulting/getting older, domestic relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, mentions of drug use

Sero's eyes stared at the glowing screen, trying to comprehend the information yet again.

His gaze darted toward the corner, 3:36 A.M., and he yawned, before blinking and trying to re-read the document again. 

"Hey pretty boy." 

The smell of jasmine perfume and honey wafted in and he smiled sleepily as you ran your fingers through his shaggy black hair.

"Mm...I know, I know." He muttered, nuzzling into your touch. You were his rock, always making sure he ate well and slept enough, making sure he wouldn't overwork himself. Sero thought back to your UA days of sneaking out at 3 AM to some fast food joint and getting stoned while eating greasy fries in the back of his car. Time sure flew, huh?

You rested your head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his neck.

"Come to bed. Paperwork will still be there in the morning, I promise.", you muttered into his soft skin. He relented and pulled himself out of the chair, twirling you around so he had you pressed against the wall.

His eyes roamed your face. You were still gorgeous as the day he first laid eyes on you in high school.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Hanta?" you whispered. He grinned, that toothy smirk that you fell in love with unchanged after all these years, and kissed you. 

"Just reminiscing. Thinking about how far we've come. Remember when we were annoying teenagers, sneaking out of the dorms?" 

"I'm pretty sure we are the reason for Aizawa's grey hairs now. Remember when your van broke down and we had to beg Bakugo to pick us up at 4 A.M.?" you giggled back, thinking of the blonde's angry scolding the entire ride home.

The two of you chuckled quietly, thinking about the years past. You glanced down at your hand, the sparkling diamond that adorned it shining in the dim room. 

"I remember the day you proposed too. I'm pretty sure I thought you were going to dump me." you teased.

Even in the dark, you could see his face flush and his eyes narrow.

"I was NERVOUS. I was trying to ask the love of my life to spend the rest of our lives together and you just sat there being beautiful and Denki spent the day before trying to convince me to do a flash mob and it was a LOT of pressure!"

"You literally started off with, 'We've had some bad times, and some good times, and this was fun'." You laughed, picturing his face that day. He was sweating bullets and your heart was sinking, thinking he was ending it. He had been so secretive and weird the weeks prior, as opposed to his normally chilled out demeanor. 

Sero kissed your forehead.

"I still have no idea why you said yes, but you're stuck with me, babe." He clinked his matching band against yours, a gesture the two of you did to remind yourselves of your unbreakable bond. 

His long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to him and you buried yourself into his chest, smelling his citrus-scented soap. He rested his chin on your hair. 

"When did we get so old, Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes looking at the walls behind you. Pictures of the two of you decorated the house. The pair of you in matching sunglasses at the beach, a group photo of you two and the squad at dinner after the aforementioned proposal, a candid on your wedding day, and then the two of you holding your twin boys.

"I'm pretty sure after we became parents." you mumbled into his chest, your sleepiness apparent in your voice. "I think once I had to say Daddy in a non-sexual way, was when I realized we were old." 

Sero chuckled quietly, his hands squeezing your waist. 

"But, we're still cool right? We aren't our parents." 

You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

"Hanta, are you worried about getting older?"

He closed his eyes. 

"Not worried as much as...I just...I don't wanna be an old guy who drives a minivan and talks about retirement and golf."

Your eyes widened and you burst into laughter.

"Baby, I'm pretty sure you would never take up golf."

Sero pouted and you grinned before continuing.

"But in all seriousness, we aren't the kids we were in high school. Maybe we can't pull all nighters and still function the next day, and maybe we have to be parents who eat more vegetables and less french fries. But it's also nice to have a car that doesn't require a running start to move, and have a house instead of sneaking in and out of each other's dorm rooms. And you know, the kids are KIND OF cool."

He nodded.

"They are pretty cool kids."

You cupped his face, tilting him towards you.

"If I have to grow old with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

His face flushed and he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. You gently tugged at the longer hair behind his ears as you kissed him back. He let out a low groan and his hands kneaded at your curves, squeezing your ass and hips.

Finally, the two of you broke apart, breathless and grinning. He pressed his forehead to yours.

"How about…we reminisce a little more? Maybe...in the car, for old time's sake?"

You nodded and the two of you headed to the garage, trying to stay as quiet as possible to not wake up the kids. Sero opened the car door and the two of you slid in the backseat, giggling like teenagers. 

You straddled him and could feel his cock through his joggers. He groaned as you grinded against it, teasing him with hungry hot kisses to his neck. 

“You’re such a tease, princess.” He whispered before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. Your body shivered at his touch. Even after all this time, he made you feel like a lovestruck schoolgirl. You ran your hands down his toned chest, his body lean from hero work, and slid your fingers underneath his shirt.

Sero took this as an invitation to pull off his black tank top and you did the same to your sleeping shirt, an old band tee that you snagged from him. His hands cupped your breasts, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he placed soft kisses on your collarbone and shoulder.

“Mmm...you’re so fucking beautiful. How the hell did I get so damn lucky, babe?” He said between kisses. Sero had a way of making you feel like the sexiest woman in the world and you couldn’t help but smile as he worshipped your breasts, kissing and licking his way down till he latched his mouth over your nipple. 

Using his other hand to tweak and tug at the hardened bud, he alternated between the two, sucking and leaving soft bites. Your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest deeper into his mouth as you moaned.

“Fuck…need you Hanta.”

His long fingers worked their way down your belly, tracing circular patterns as he reached your sex. He ran a finger across your slit, barely parting your folds.

“What do you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Please...please touch me. Please daddy.” you begged, grinding yourself against him for the smallest amount of friction. You could feel yourself leaving a mess on his sweatpants, but you needed his touch.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“So desperate, huh baby? Let daddy take care of you.” You bit your lip as he plunged two fingers into your cunt. The length, combined with the hooking motion had you gasping. He continued to plunge in and out of your sopping heat as you rocked against him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close on his arm. He maneuvered the two of you so you were laying on your back across the seat, his hand gripping your soft thighs, holding you in place as he finger-fucked you.

“Take it like a good girl baby. Let daddy make you feel good. You look so beautiful for me baby.” He praised you as he pushed deeper into you. You could feel him hit spots in you that made you see stars. All you could do was lay back and cry from the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your brain.

“Fuck...daddy, gonna cum soon!” you wailed, eyes rolling back. Hanta then chose this moment to pull his fingers from you, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing. You let out a frustrated whimper, tears leaking from your eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, but I promise I’m gonna make it all better. You trust me baby?” He asked, his eyes dark with desire and something primal.

You nodded, sniffling at the shock of your orgasm being ripped from you. He tapped your lips with his fingers,still dripping of your arousal. Obediently, you opened and sucked on the two fingers, tasting yourself. 

“Look how good you taste baby. You’re such a good girl for me. I want you to lick up every last drop from my fingers. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, grinning.

Nodding dumbly, you slurped down every bit of yourself from his hand. He pressed against your tongue, making you gag around him. You looked up at him, drool falling from the corners of your mouth. 

Hanta felt his cock twitch. Fuck you looked so sexy, so fucked and in love. He could see the devotion in your eyes as you looked at him awaiting his next instructions.

He pulled his hand back, strings of saliva hanging off of his calloused fingers. He propped himself above you so he was looking right down at your gorgeously fucked out face.

“You ready baby? You ready to take all of Daddy’s cock?” He asked, tugging your shorts down and lining himself up with your entrance. Your fingers found their way to his neck, tugging him close to you. The two of you shared a deep kiss, exchanging unspoken promises and memories before breaking apart. You nodded, looking deep into his eyes.

“Always."

Hanta felt his face flush, before slowly pressing into your tight heat. You bit your lip. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still had to prepare for his length. He wasn’t the thickest but his cock was long and lean just like him, with a curve that pressed itself right against your most sensitive spots.

“Fuck...you feel so good for me. You’re squeezing me so well baby.” He murmured, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your body. His hands ran up and down your sides as he looked down at you and he gave you a small grin as he pinched your hip. You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, pulling him flush against you.

“Oh fuck you feel so good.” You rocked your hips against him, rolling yourself onto his cock. He took this as a cue to go faster and started to piston deeper inside of you, his balls slapping against your ass. His tip slammed against your walls, burying him deeper inside you. Moans and sighs filled the backseat and you gripped him tightly.

“That’s it babe, that’s it. Taking daddy so fucking deep. Fuck you’re sucking me in so well. I might have to knock you up again if you keep it up. You want that princess? Want daddy to put another baby inside you?” Hanta panted, hungrily kissing your neck and shoulder as he fucked into you faster. His teeth nipped at the thin skin and you cried out, from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Answer me baby girl.”

“Y-yes daddy! Please fill me up with your cum. Need you so bad. Wan’a have your baby.” You moaned, delirious from him. The windows to the car were foggy and sweat ran down your bodies as you repeatedly crashed into each other, and yet all you could feel was him, all you wanted was to stay with him and please him as much as you could.

He could feel his release rapidly approaching. His hand snaked down to your clit and he pressed tight circles to the sensitive bud. Your back arched from the seat as you moaned out a mixture of curses and begs. Your mindless babbling spurred him on more. He wanted to keep fucking you, make it so you couldn’t remember your own name, drive you insane with desire and want.

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good baby. Who’s making you feel so fucking good? Who’s cum do you want to fill that tight little pussy of yours?” He breathed out, slamming into you impossibly faster.

“Daddy daddy daddy - DADDY!” you chanted, your mind fuzzy as you tightened around him, creaming on his cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode out your high on his cock as your eyes fluttered and your mouth dropped open.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned out as he released into you, filling you with his seed. His cock twitched, spurting his load into you and his fingers gripped your hips, holding you tightly as he filled you up.

The two of you panted, breathing hard as you came down from your highs, slowly moving into a position where he could hold you. He moved some strands of hair, plastered to your face with sweat, and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” 

You grinned, sleepiness overtaking your body as you leaned into him, your lips pressing against his skin.

“Forever.”

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CONSIDER:

a fic where charlie and cameron are neighbors living in the same building and cam always complains to charlie that he's making too much noise and he has to study for like uni or something and charlie tries to make as much noise as he possibly can so the hot neighbor will come over and tell him to stop

Djiabdjsbsj YES I LOVE THIS IDEA i literally just woke up too so forgive any spelling mistakes

CHAMERON FICLET: Neighbor Noise

Cameron thought that living off-campus would be the best way to get away from distraction. Where he didn't need to stay in a bustling dorm or in the center of Cambridge itself. Just a nice and cozy off-campus apartment he specifically picked out to be AWAY from noise.

Of course the universe had to dunk on his entire college plan by giving him the world's noisiest neighbor. We're talking bongos, saxaphones, some party with a few guys, sometimes just YELLING-- Cameron was utterly infused with wrath by this.

He tried to ignore it the first few weeks, they weren't that bad, music his neighbor played was actually fine. In the first month of Cameron’s stay, he caught a glimpse of his neighbor by the mailroom-- a young brunette man, who seemed to be around his age. He knew it was his neighbor because he had received bongos in the mail.

The next weeks-- the bongo weeks, Cameron would increasingly get more annoyed with the incessant bongo-playing. They were on beat but they were also so loud and all over the place, changing from rhythm to rhythm or tempo to tempo. Cameron wasn’t the confrontational type (he thought) so while the bongos played, he tries to bang on their common wall to get his attention.

A bit of silence falls between them and Cameron thinks his neighbor's done, but nooo, he continues playing, almost aware it was to spite him. Cameron bangs again-- BAM BAM BAM, and the bongos play like a mockingly returned version of the banging. Cameron thinks his neighbor is a dickhead.

Another month passes, it was the same routine, Cameron just trying to study while his neighbor insisted on learning how to play more instruments. Cameron’s banging on the wall technique seemed to fail because the neighbor would just make another similar beat to it. Sometimes he'd play smooth music that helped Cameron study, but when he played his bongos at 2am, that's when Cameron snapped. He had an important test the next day and his sleep was in jeopardy!

In a fit of rage, Cameron leapt out of his bed, not caring if he was only in his shirt and boxers and marched over to his neighbor's door to scold him.

He bangs on the door and the clamouring inside immediately hushes. No response. He knocks this time, waiting for someone to answer.

The door swings open to reveal the brunette he encountered in the mailroom. For nanosecond, Cameron thought he was pretty handsome, the way he leaned against the doorframe. Cameron didn't have time to enjoy being correct or to find him attractive because he needed to scold him.

"Hi, I'm Richard Cameron, your neighbor-- I live in #68? Look, I don't wanna be rude, but I have a really important test tomorrow and I'm gonna need you to quiet down."

"Oh- right, I'm sorry. Thanks for stopping by and telling me."

For a second, Cameron was happy this was pretty easy. "It's alright, just keep it down, next time."

"Gotcha... I'm.. Charlie by the way. Charlie Dalton." the brunette mentions just before Cameron walked away, he didn't really say much after that because he was really sleepy.

Cameron slept well that night, thinking all his troubles were over. But good things never last and Charlie was back up in his music-playing.

On another night, 1am, Charlie’s saxophone was the star and Cameron was the only unfortunate audience.

He marches back outside, still in his sleepwear, and knocks on Charlie's door.

The door opens and Charlie smiles at him. "Oh, hey there, neighbor!"

"Hey Charlie, as much I like your smooth jazz ensemble, I'm gonna need you to tone it down a bit, please. It's 1am."

"... You like my music?" Charlie smirks.

Cameron feels like perhaps his complaint wasn't recognized. "Yes, but not at 1am. So please, keep it down, alright?"

"Sure," Charlie smiled at him.

Cameron, for some reason, had a feeling that was NOT gonna be the last of their conversations.

The next months proved to be exactly what Cameron thought. A constant back and forth of him telling Charlie to quiet down, Charlie inserting a few pleasantries in between.

One of the nights Cameron stormed over, was when Charlie had his friends over.

A loud knock on Charlie's door arrived.

"Hey Richie!"

"Hi Charlie... Look, I hope I don't have to repeat myself all the time--"

"Oh gosh-- yeah I'm sorry you have to go all the way here to tell me to keep it down..."

"Well, I have to, you never hear me." Cameron glares at him now.

"Tell you what, lemme give you my phone number and you can text me to quiet me down, alright?"

A phone number? That seemed... odd, but Cameron guessed it would be nice not to go here in person.

"...Fine,"

"Great!" Charlie chimes before handing Cameron a piece of paper with his number. All the while, his friends in the background were mumbling to themselves and giggling.

"Just call me or text me anytime, really. I'm sorry for the racket."

"Sure."

After a few days, Cameron didn't need to complain, and only after a few days did Cameron hear the gratuitous amounts of music coming from Charlie's room again.

He sends Charlie a text.

"Hi Charlie, this is Richard Cameron, your neighbor. Can you please keep it down?"

":D hi richie! or can I call you Cameron? Cam?? Anyway, sorrg ill stop. hahah slepp well!!"

Cameron stifled a laugh because of Charlie’s texting style. His looks certainly didn't match his behavior or texting method.

Cameron thought the texts would suffice but they didn't put an end to Charlie’s noise. It's almost as if he was doing it to annoy Cameron on purpose, to intentionally derail him from studying or sleeping.

Cameron thought perhaps he could take the diplomatic approach and ask the front desk to solve his problem.

"Hi, I'm Richard Cameron from room #68. I'm here to file a noise complaint for my neighbor in #69."

"Sure, no problem. Let me just..." The lady at the front desk worriedly loomed over her computer. "Oh, that's Charlie Dalton's room."

"Is... there a problem? Have other people complained about him too?"

"Well... yes... but... Unfortunately we cannot reprimand him about this."

"What? Why not??" Cameron raised an eyebrow at the lady.

"Mr. Dalton... Is... the son of the owner of this apartment complex. This... place is literally called The Dalton Complex."

"Oh... OH.... Oh...." Cameron stared at disbelief.

"So, I personally cannot assist you in this matter but if you are able to politely ask him to be quiet, that would be more suitable."

Cameron had the unfortunate privilege to be situated beside the spoiled son of the building owner, of course his life was like this. Cameron marched back to his room, plopped himself onto his bed, and took a deep long sigh.

Of all the unfair things he had to go through, it was to be adjacent to a self-centered, boisterous, handsome bastard of a man such as Charlie Dalton.

Jazz music started playing again, it was only 7pm and Charlie was already blasting his funky wind instrument. A gush of confidence dropped onto Cameron, needing to so desperately callout Charlie for his antics.

He once again marched over to Charlie's room and knocked on his door.

"Charlie,"

"Cam! H-Hi!" Charlie greets him, "Is something wrong?"

"Yes of course Charlie, there's always something wrong! You're always so fucking noisy, you never stop playing that damn thing even at ungodly hours, your only redeemable quality is you handsome face! Everything else about you is so fucking annoying! You're inconsiderate, you're definitely spoiled, and you probably never once actually took me seriously when I asked you to stop!"

Cameron pants out the rest of his breathing, like he's done an Olympic sport for Calling Out your Neighbor.

"... So you think I'm handsome?" Charlie smiled.

"That’s all you fucking heard?!?"

"Okay, okay, I'll admit, I have been a jerk to you ever since you moved in here. I just..." Charlie rubbed his neck nervously. "I wanted a reason to see you more."

"...What?"

"Look, don't be pissed, alright? I just have the BIGGEST crush on you, and I've definitely used the wrong method to get your attention. Ever since I saw you at the mailroom and realized you were my neighbor, you're all I could think about..."

"So... you're method... in trying to get my attention.. was to be fuckin' loud?"

"It was the only way to get you to go all the way over here. It worked didn't it?"

Cameron pinched his nose bridge. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, I would’ve responded to normal methods? Like I dunno, just talking??"

"Well... you were always busy with your uni stuff, I thought that maybe I could just bump up my own urgency."

"Charlie-- That's not how you ask people out."

"... So are you saying I can ask you out?" Charlie leaned in a bit closer.

"Th-that's not what I meant--"

"Because I promise I’ll stop all this racket, all my music shenanigans... for one date."

Cameron’s eyes widened in surprise. He weighed the options and perhaps... One date with Charlie Dalton wouldn't be that bad.

"Ok... Fine. One date."

"Oh my god that's great! You don't understand how long I've been waiting for this-- I really had to tell my friends to be quiet when you came over and I was all like-- shut up guys, and they were like, whooooo Charlie's boyfriend's heeeere and"

Charlie went on to ramble about how much teasing he had to endure from his friends whenever Cameron would scold him and to his benefit, he did do his best. But Cameron needed Charlie to stop talking for a bit and let him rest.

Cameron grabbed Charlie by his shirt collar and leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

Charlie was dazed for a bit, like he got knocked out with a sucker punch.

That's one way to shut Charlie Dalton up. Cameron thought.

Cameron bid him adieu before returning to his own apartment. For a while, his room was nice and quiet. Almost too quiet but it was what he asked for anyway.

The next thing he heard was a rapid knock on his door.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadows @missmulti @accioweaslcy @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley16 @dianarte @skarlettmikaelson

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

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"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

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READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.

[80s-roger]

Not On My Watch - part 3

Pairing: dad!roger x mum!reader

note: I'm so excited for this specific part, bet you're too. As I said, pardon my poor English, i don't speak them like a native :( there will be part 4! Thanks for your feedback!

summary: you’re divorced with queen’s roger taylor due to constant cheating and irrational behaviour towards you. but u have one person in common: your daughter, Laura aka your favourite human on earth. Your marriage with roger had its ups and downs but laura was the happiness in it. Now that she’s 8 and starts to realise how your terms with roger are, you finally tell her that you’re seeing another man except her father and she took it really warmly. She seemed excited to meet the new man unlikely your ex husband who accidentally learns about it by Laura, the weekend you would leave her at his place: on weekends you had some cute getaways with R/N because court decided that Laura could stay or visit her dad on weekends and stay with him for five days each Christmas and easter vacations. On summers he has the right to be with her for two weeks.

warnings: penetrating sex [dom!roger, sub!reader], angst, violence, fluff

words: 2,600

dialogue prompts // masterlist //

part one // part two

taglist: @madeinheavxn​ @stacymaytaylor @namelesslosers

Roger laid on top of you, his hand resting next to your head and his eyes focused on yours. His eye colour got darker and his irises dilated. Your hands unbuttoned his white suit, the second your lips found his and by now his suit was lying on the floor. 

His hands attempted taking off your tiny nighty, revealing your curves, your pretty thighs, your breasts and your underwear. His knee was gently rubbing your private area while staring at your soul. With fast moves, you removed his belt and finally unzipped his jeans in which his boner was trying to hide.

His lips found yours again, asking for a deeper entrance. His tongue fighting yours, feeling every inch of his oral cavity. His palm was placed on your cheek, moving to your neck, later to your breast, massaging it slowly and later it found your hip, squeezing it hard, showing how much he loves your curves.

There was no guilt in you, neither shame. You were giving your heart and your body to the man who broke your heart the most. But there's still love in it. You loved him to pieces, you dated another man trying to replace his presence but nothing was working. You wanted him and only him. It's a fact you slept with R/N but you didn't feel the same way you feel with Roger. He makes it all about you. He makes sure you feel comfortable, safe and able to come. Well, R/Y would only do it to satisfy himself. You do call Roger a selfish man but on sex, he's not.

"Should we go on?" He tried to make sure you wouldn't regret it. You didn't answer, you just nodded allowing him to continue. "We just have to be quiet. If Laura hears a noise we're fucked." He leaned in your face, to give you a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Literally." You giggled.

You could see his cock's silhouette around his tight underwear. You were so ready and excited to feel it again inside you. "Babe, don't move. I'll make it all about you." He gently whispered and by then he took it off, staying naked in front of you. You rushed taking yours off but he stopped you. "I'll do it." He stated and laid between your legs playing around after removing the fabric.

"Ah Roger you better start or I'll come before we even-" it was pretty obvious you were rushing for the good one.

"Shh... Spread your legs wider baby." He was at his earlier position now, waiting for you to follow his order. "Are you okay?" He asked as if it's your first time ever and that's cute. "Can I continue?"

"Yeah." You nodded again because your voice couldn't be heard due to your heart beating fast. There was a moment you laughed and he noticed that.

"What is it, love?" He questioned and smiled at your cute reaction.

"Nothing, I'm just nervous." You laughed again. How can you be nervous to him? He knows your body, you know his. You have had sex with him in the past.

"Calm down, I've got this." His hand rested on your palm and he prepared himself for the best. His penis was slowly inserting into your vagina, his moves were smooth and steady. It was all so romantic. You both never lost eye contact. Meanwhile, there were soft gentle kisses and quiet moans. "You're so tight for me, just what I want." He said between his moans and his hand moved a few of your hair behind your ear.

"Roger I love you." You whined between his thrusts which got harder and deeper, filling you up entirely.

"I love you too Y/N." He whispered to your ear before biting your lobe.

You were about to reach your climax. Your free hand attempted going down at your area but Roger lifted it up, now holding both of your hands. "But, Rog, I'm going to -" you tried to speak but he stopped you.

"Same. Let me do it." He answered and his hand travelled to your folds, rubbing your clit at the rhythm he was moving. His thrusts got sudden and deep. He was coming too. Your soft moans sounded like a whimper and he enjoyed listening to that sound. Opposed to you, his voice was deep and raspy and each final thrust was coming with a sudden moan of him. "Ah fuck. Oh, God." He got out of you and laid next to you trying to catch his breath.

You didn't say a word after coming with him. You needed some energy to gather to talk again. You turned around, facing your nightstand where the frame is displayed until your eyes closed. There wasn't talking after sex, not even a cigarette, but his arm wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your collarbone. "Goodnight..." you heard him whisper in your ear.

"Night..." you said back.

Next morning

It was 7:00. You were supposed to wake up and prepare Laura for school but a sleepy Roger moved his muscles next to you, placing his hand on your arm giving a soft kiss at your neck. "I'll do it. Go back to sleep." You groaned and closed your eyes again.

A couple of hours had passed until you fully opened your eyes. It took you a while to realise what really happened last night. You slept with your ex-husband and the worst is you liked it more than ever. R/N could never be as caring as him. He wouldn't make it all about you. It was just for satisfying his and your needs. There was no emotion in the meanwhile.

Without any other morning thoughts, you got out of bed, entirely naked. Fuck you thought. He left some marks at your neck probably trying to mark his territory. The problem is how are you going to keep it a secret. If R/N sees it, you'll be out of false excuses.

You got dressed up, wearing your jeans and a simple shirt. As you opened the door you walked through the bathroom to wash your teeth and your face.

It took you a while to get out of there. A strange feeling of shame and regret took over. You suddenly felt it shouldn't have happened. What about R/N? What's going to happen now? You didn't know if Roger was in the house or not until you heard footsteps coming closer to the bathroom.

"Y/N, are you still in there?" Roger's voice was gentle and smooth as he knocked on the door.

"Y-yes, I'm not ready." You lied. You were just sitting at the toilet's cap waiting for him to leave.

"Okay, I'll be in the living room." He answered knowing already that something was wrong.

You said nothing until he vanished from the hall so you could finally let your tears fall. A weird sensation of throwing up immediately found you at the toilet. You felt dizzy, nervous and scared. Unfortunately, your sounds could be heard outside so Roger rushed in the bathroom. "Y/N, what's happening?"

"Fucking get out!" You shouted, hiding your face.

"Are you alright? Can I help you?" He offered his help but you refused.

"I said get out!" You pushed him back at his attempt trying to approach you.

He didn't say a word and left you alone. He knew something was going wrong. He was scared you'd regret it and somehow you're trying to avoid him. Ten minutes later, you got yourself together and got out. "Roger?" You asked searching for his figure in the room. At your surprise, you found him nowhere. You felt relieved of his absence. You needed to be alone. You walked through your kitchen to drink some water. But Roger left you a note at the counter: "When you feel better, come at my place. We need to talk. I'll go pick Laura up from school. Rog"

You felt bad for not telling him a word. It's not that you didn't want it last night, but it was guilt that made you believe it shouldn't have happened. However, it should have happened. You just didn't know.

A little later, your bell was ringing. You thought it was Roger but the vibe was so negative, it wouldn't be him. "Who's this?" You questioned.

"Y/N open up!" It was R/N. He sounded angry. You were scared, you've been feeling terrible all day. You didn't know what to do. You panicked. You didn't know what to do. To not seem weird and guilty like you have been feeling all day you made the mistake to open the door.

"R/N what's wr-" you didn't finish your line and his huge palm found your cheek, turning it to burning red. "What the fuck are you doing? Are you serious?" You screamed, feeling your cheek burning. He closed the door behind him, approaching you dangerously. You stood on your feet again trying to defend yourself.

"You're a whore, this is what you are!" He yelled pointing at you as you were slowly moving backwards to the kitchen.

"What are you talking about! What has gotten into you!?" You shouted again but he slapped you at the other cheek, "FUCK OFF." You were probably heard to the next block as he threw you to the floor.

"You have no excuses, I know he stayed here last night!" This time he tried to kick you at your stomach but your legs prevented him from it. You were in pain you had to get the hell out of there.

"He stayed with Laura! I was alone, I swear!" You lied. You felt unhelpful at that moment, you thought he could kill you at any moment. You had to guess last night that he would spy you but he never showed signs of pathetic dependency.

"He stayed in your house! That's what matters! This is why you didn't let me stay here yesterday!" He picked you up from the floor to face you. Or to beat you. But it helped you to find any possible kitchen item to hit him.

"He's her father and he had every right to stay here!" You made no sense after everything you have told him. You used to customize Roger with every negative adjective but now, after doing what you did with him, here you are defending him. He would never raise a hand on you. Never. Period.

"You fucking fucked him! I don't believe shit from you! I'm about to give you a lesson!" He shouted again. This time he was about to slap you for good but your reflexes noticed to the back a washed pan. Without a second thought, you hit him with that on his head, leaving him barely unconscious on the floor. "Bitch... I'll come at you.." he tried to gain his senses but a possible concussion kept him right there.

You immediately grabbed your keys and left your apartment. You didn't give a damn if he finds any proof you had sex with Roger, it's obvious now he's so pathetic to find any possible clue. Even the sheets will be suspicious to him. He will even find the photo album you scrolled through at your parlour. "Fuck fuck fuck. What was I thinking?" You told yourself as you were driving to Roger's place.

It didn't take long, you arrived fastly at his place, wandering for a place to hide. His hug

"Roger!" You screamed as you rushed to his mansion's stairs, so he'd quickly open the door. "Roger, open up!!" You were scared that R/N would appear from any corner. The worst is that he knows where you're hiding now.

Roger opened the door in a hurry, staring at you shocked and frightened by your voice. "Y/N what happened!?" He asked concerned.

You didn't say a word, you just got into his arms, pushing him inside his house and closing the door behind you. You both sat on the floor, you were in his arms, crying and trembling from terror but you felt safe. His hands were rubbing your back with affection. "H- he hit me." You finally said after sobbing. His eyes tried to track any visible sign but the palm marks on your cheek said enough to him, driving him mad.

"He what?" He narrowed his eyebrows.

"He knows about us. He spied me last night. He saw you coming upstairs and you not leaving proved him right. I'm such an idiot." You cried out to his shoulder but he was too focused on you being physically healed.

"Did he do anything else?" He asked scared you could be sexually abused.

"No, I hit him and left like a thief... I don't know, he might still be at home!" You sputtered.

"You're at my home now. He won't do anything to you now. You'll sue him, that's what you're gonna do. Come with me now..." he gently picked you up and slowly walked upstairs. "I'll take care of you, like the old times." He smiled at you and your sobbing immediately vanished.

He was so protective of you, he was carefully taking your clothes off while the bath was filled with hot water, soap, and whatever you needed. Anything to calm you down. "You can get in now, babe." He kissed your shoulder and helped you place yourself in the bath. You closed your eyes, enjoying the warm water and his eyes on you.

"Do you want me to leave or stay?" He asked.

"Stay." You said with your eyes closed and your hand trying to find his. "Roger, I'm sorry for acting weird earlier. I was just feeling overwhelmed by the situation.." you apologised.

"Save it baby, I understand. I'm glad you're here now, even under those circumstances." He acknowledged the situation.

"This is such a butterfly effect, Rog." You jested.

"Our entire marriage was a butterfly effect. Where do I start?" He joked and kissed your hand.

"If I talked to you in the morning you would probably come back and R/N wouldn't appear and at the end, he wouldn't have beat me." Well, as you said it, you thought that everything does happen for a reason. Even that. Maybe a situation such as made you choose faster. Either him or Roger. It was always Roger.

"I'll beat his ass, remind me that the next time I see him." He exaggerated but you don't blame him.

"He doesn't worth your time." You refused and looked at him.

"Neither your tears." Oh god, that was deep. That got seriously your attention. "I mean you cried enough for me and I didn't deserve your tears too but you were supposed to be with a man who makes you happy." He explained and by now you knew how lucky you were to be with him again.

"Roger, did you memorize that?" You laughed in awe and stared at him like the first time.

"Of course not. I love you." He leaned in closer to you, probably asking for a kiss. You gave it to him, feeling calm after what happened earlier.

"I love you too." You answered. "But I think it's time to pick Laura up." You added and he checked the time.

"Oh you're right, I should get going. I'll be back!" He stood up, kissed you and left you on your own to enjoy the rest of your bath.

He's now trying the best to gain you back. He deserves it, doesn't he?

[smileyoongle]

MASTERPIECE (A Yandere Park Jimin AU)

So basically this is where everything really starts. I swear, the ending that I have planned for this is mind boggling. I'm still surprised with the plot that I've planned. But I can't exactly just jump to the end so let's take it slow.

Summary: You thought it was just a painting until you bought it. You thought the man in the frame was beautiful until you saw him. You thought it was a masterpiece until you were ruined.

Pairing: Yandere! Jimin×Reader, Taehyung×Reader

Warnings: Contains mentions of smut, deaths, blood, obsessive behaviour and mental health issues. Please read at your own risk.

You wiped your forehead and stepped down from the stool, a sigh of pride escaping your lips as you stared at the painting that was now hanging on your bedroom wall. It was sad that you had to take down the previous Helen Frankenthaler piece. But it's time was up. And no painting had made you so fascinated before. 

"Did you take down that nursery school painting?" A voice invaded your ears, your lips stretching into a smile as you turned to the source of the sweet voice. 

"Took you long enough to find me." You teased, opening your arms and hugging the older woman who had just entered your room. She chuckled and patted your back before ruffling your hair, her faint wrinkles making themselves visible as she smiled. You grinned at the mother-like lady who stood in front of you, who you lovingly called Nan. Since you moved into this house and away from your family, she had taken great care of you. She was originally the caretaker of the house and lived in a cottage nearby. But after you moved in, something clicked. Maybe it was because of the lack of affection from your mother and the absence of a daughter in Nan's life. In just a couple months, she was giving you the love that your family never gave you and you were beyond grateful for it.

"Says the girl who spent her entire day outside. And that too without eating any breakfast." She complained, giving you a playful glare. You shook your head and held her hand, pulling her in front of the new addition that you had made to your room.

"You can complain about it later but right now, I want you to tell me how you feel about this." You stated, nudging your head towards the painting. 

Nan raised her eyebrows and you could tell that she was impressed. Now that was even more surprising. Nan literally didn't care about any of your paintings. Mostly, because she didn't see what you saw in them. 

"Seems like you do have good taste, darling. He's a beauty." She said, staring at the painting for a second longer. You hummed in response and fixed your gaze at the swirls of paint on the canvas. You had to admit, even though the painting looked messy, it managed to look elegant. It was probably because of how good looking Park Jimin was but you had also seen your fair share of handsome men. Taehyung being one of them. And that's how you knew it wasn't just the pretty face, something about it was mysterious. You just didn't know what to assume. From the delicate frame to the faint patters of red that tainted the bottom of the canvas, you felt attracted to every inch of it. There was a story behind it. And you really wanted to know.

You gasped when you felt a slap on your shoulder, your eyes widening as you turned to Nan who was looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Even though I know this is just a painting, let me just say that I won't approve if you fell for an imaginary man. And especially when you have an entire Kim Taehyung ready to sweep you off your feet." You rolled your eyes at her dramatic description. Sometimes, you swore that Nan was secretly running a fanclub for your and Taehyung's relationship. Even though she knew that you would never date him, she still tried. And you couldn't exactly blame her either, Taehyung was too charming.

"I won't fall for that man but I am definitely in love with that masterpiece." You said, walking out of your room and down the stairs. You heard her footsteps behind you as you entered the kitchen, your hand immediately going to the unopened bottle of merlot that rested on the table. 

"Too much isn't good for you." Nan stated in disapproval but you just shrugged, grabbing a wine glass to pour your treat for the night. 

You saw Nan shaking her head in your peripheral vision as you took the first sip of your red velvety liquid.

"Oh and your father called. He was asking if you were gonna go visit during Christmas." 

Your jaw immediately clenched, the red wine suddenly tasting bitter to you.

"What did you say?" You asked calmly. You didn't wanna lash out on Nan, she did nothing but worry about you.

But you couldn't say the same for your family.

Nan could sense the anger radiating off of you. She knew better than to mention your family but it was important in order to break your walls.

"I told them I'll talk to you about it." She answered, looking at you with concern filled eyes. 

You glanced at her, your fingers clenching around the glass in your hand. If you applied a little more pressure, it would surely break.

Nan opened her mouth to say something but you stopped her.

"I feel good today, Nan. It's probably the first time in months, so how about we just drop this and order pizza. I'm starving." You gave her a tight smile, breathing deeply to calm yourself down. 

Nan nodded in understanding, tucking a strand of gray hair behind her ear as she smiled at you. In all her years living with you, Nan knew that it was important for you to be happy. Your happiness meant that you were getting better and your therapy sessions were getting shorter. It really broke her heart to watch you get lost in your own thoughts. Bad thoughts, to be precise.

All because of something that happened years ago.

You headed upstairs in search of your phone, tipping your head back to gulp down all the liquid in your glass. The floor where your bedroom was located, was eerily dark and quiet. But what else could you expect? It was only you and Nan in the house. 

Even though you should have been used to it by now, you couldn't help but shiver. It was weird.

You switched on the lights in your room, skipping towards your bed where your phone lay. You plopped down on the soft mattress and grabbed your phone, dialing in your favourite pizza place's number. 

You inhaled deeply as the phone rang, signalling that your call was going through. And as soon as the receiver picked up, you felt it.

Hot breath fanning the back of your neck, shallow sounds of someone's breathing filling your ear. Your heart stopped, your body feeling the presence of another being right behind you. It was too real to be just your mind playing tricks.

It could be Nan.

"Y/N, I'm going to the cottage for a minute. I'll be back." 

Your eyes widened when you heard her voice from downstairs, followed by the slamming of a door. 

It wasn't her.

"Hello? Ma'am, are you there?" The pizza person asked, his voice growing bored with the lack of response. Goosebumps rose on your skin when a low hiss came from behind you. There was definitely someone standing there. You clenched your fingers around your phone, bringing it away from your ear as you gulped. Your heart was pounding so hard that you thought it was gonna jump out of your chest. 

With a shaky breath, you slowly turned around, your eyes closing in fear of seeing something you didn't wanna see. Another gush of air fanned your face, your eyes shooting open only to meet his.

Brown eyes stared into yours with as much stillness as a rock possessed. You placed a hand on your chest and sighed loudly.

"Fucking hell." You cursed, glancing at the painting that had startled you. You shook your head and laughed at yourself. There was nobody. It was just your mind. Or the fact you had merlot running through your veins. 

You narrowed your eyes and held your empty wine glass, bringing it closer to your face. You tilted your head as if to examine it. As if there was something wrong with it.

"I haven't even had too much yet." You mumbled before letting out a frustrated hiss and standing up from your bed. You grabbed your phone again, dialing the pizza place's number again as you exited the room. You definitely needed a break.

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The noise from the TV fell deaf to your ears as you slept on the couch. The empty pizza boxes were scattered around the huge living room, an empty bottle of merlot sitting just below the couch. Your mouth was slightly parted and your hair was all over your face. Nan had already left for the night, the comfort of her own cottage inviting her back home. It was 3AM when the soft footsteps echoed through the staircase, the TV screen suddenly going black. Your chest rose and fell rhythmically, your peaceful state making him more and more curious. 

Fingers trailed over your cheek, brushing away some of your hair from your face. You unconsciously shivered and whined, turning away to lay on your side with your cheek pressed against the soft material of the couch. A low chuckle made you frown in your sleepy state. You were awake only for a second before your body screamed at you to just ignore it and go back to sleep. And so you did. 

Nothing woke you up after that. Not even the feeling of his breath on your face. Not even the feeling of his lips next to your ears. Not even his voice. 

"Such a pretty little thing. I can't wait to ruin you."

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"Y/N, wake up! You have an appointment today." 

You groaned and covered your face, whining as the covers were pulled off of you. You flailed your hands in an attempt to grab them again but Nan knew you. And she had already tossed the blanket on the floor. 

"Sleepy head, wake up. We're gonna be late. I told you not to drink that entire bottle. I might have to take Taehyung up on his offer of banning the winery from sending you more." Her voice caused your head to throb. You winced and held your head, shoving your face into your pillow. 

Pillow…

Blanket... 

Realisation hit you like a huge tsunami, your eyes shooting open as you jolted awake. You frantically looked around, scoffing in disbelief as your bedroom came into view.

What the fuck?

Nan frowned and stared at you with concern, her hands halting their movements immediately.

"Are you alright?" She asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You blinked twice and ran your fingers through your hair. 

"Did-did I sleep here?" You asked, glancing at Nan whose eyes were still fixed on you. She nodded in confusion, not understanding the cause of your dilemma at all.

"You were sleeping here when I came in. Why? Something wrong?" She enquired, narrowing her eyes at you. You clenched your eyes shut and hissed, falling back into the soft sheets.

"I don't remember sleeping here... I'm probably just hungover." You stated, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You heard Nan tsk in disapproval. 

You obviously lied. You had been drinking for years now and you definitely knew when you were hungover. You clearly recalled falling asleep on the couch. So how did you end up here? 

"I don't know about you but I'm definitely telling Dr Kim about your little drinking sessions." Said a voice from the doorway. Once again, you sat up in bed with immediate effect. Your eyes meeting his beautiful brown ones, his lips stretching into a fond smile as you frowned at him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Taehyung shrugged and plopped down on your bed, waving fondly at Nan as he turned his attention back to you.

"I took a day off. Work's getting overwhelming." He replied nonchalantly. His fingers picked at your silk sheets, a habit of his whenever he was lying. You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

Your glare made him roll his eyes as he raised his hands in defence.

"Fine. I was worried about you and Nan called me just in case you decide to cancel your appointment like last week." 

Your eyes turned to Nan for an explanation. But she seemed unaffected by your gaze. She was pretty used to it. At her lack of response, you sighed and looked at Taehyung.

"Why were you worried? And also, I cancelled my appointment last week because I don't think I need therapy anymore. I'm completely okay now." You said, gesturing to yourself. Taehyung and Nan glanced at each other before looking at you with pursed lips. You gave them a confused look, raising your eyebrows in question. 

Taehyung cleared his throat and sat up, shifting closer to you and tucking your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, unknowingly. His warm hands providing you relief from your headache. He smiled softly, caressing your cheek before leaning forward.

"You called me last night, my love." He stated, tilting his head and looking at you with worrisome eyes. You frowned and shook your head.

"No I didn't…"

"I have the call log. You called me at around 3 in the morning." He interrupted you, making you shake your head even more furiously. Noticing your panic, Taehyung cupped your cheeks and hushed you.

"What did I say?" You questioned, your heart pounding in fear of an answer you didn't wanna hear. Taehyung's eyes turned to Nan who was watching you with sympathetic eyes. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to tell you this, but he knew that he'd calm you down in case you happened to have a breakdown. 

"You were crying for help. And you were repeatedly saying that he was gonna kill you…"

Your stomach churned and you yanked yourself away from Taehyung, your feet harshly hitting the wooden floor as you rushed to the bathroom. You threw the toilet lid open and fell to your knees, emptying all the contents of your stomach. Nan followed you and held your hair back, rubbing your back until you were done.

After you composed yourself, you stood up with shaky legs and rinsed your mouth before splashing your face with cold water. 

Your eyes met your own in the mirror, your mind hating the way you were showing pity for your own self. It had been months since you last had an attack related to the bitter memory that was engraved in your mind. You really thought you were getting better.

You were so wrong.

After a minute of self loathing, you went back to your bedroom, leaning against your closet as you stared at the floor. Taehyung stood with his back to you, his eyes dancing over the man who now resided in front of your bed. Nan was gone, leaving you alone with your handsome best friend. 

You really appreciated the presence of these two people in your life, seeing as how others had proved themselves unworthy of your attention.

"Do you think I'll ever get out of it?" You asked in a hushed tone, Taehyung's head turning to face you. He gave you a soft smile before walking towards you. He gently placed a finger under your chin and lifted your head up.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N. You'll always find a way." He stated before kissing your forehead. At times like these, you questioned your feelings for Taehyung. Your heart fluttered but you hushed it down. You hated him for being so good to you. But you also didn't wanna let him go.

Selfish was the only way to describe you.

"Also, should I be worried?" Taehyung asked, eyeing the painting suspiciously as you hummed.

Jimin's eyes stared back at you, making you shiver slightly. Sometimes, you wondered if paintings ever came to life.

Like toy story.

Or night at the museum.

The thought made you giddy and excited. With a firm look at your new favourite masterpiece, you mumbled under your breath and Taehyung's eyes turned to you with a playful glare.

"Maybe…"

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